While talking to himself, Azik subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he wanted to seek a hint and get inspiration.

Cohen, who had sunken eyes and dark blue eyes, shook his head without hesitation and said:

"I'm not the slightest bit impressed. ”

“...... Well, maybe it's just the root similarity. Azik lowered his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was slightly disappointed with such a result, but couldn't help but add:

"Mentor, Mr. Azik, as you know, I am very interested in exploring and reconstructing the history of the Quaternary Period, if you have any ideas or other information, can you write to me?"

"No problem. "Because of today's events, Senior Associate Professor Cohen, who has gray hair, is quite satisfied with Klein.

Azik also nodded and said:

"Your address is still the same as before?"

"For the time being, but I'm about to move, and I'll write to you when the time comes. Klein replied respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen shook his black cane and said:

"It's time for a better environment. ”

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azik's hand, and said thoughtfully:

"Mentor, Mr. Azik, what did the newspapers say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little bit about it from the police officer in charge of the investigation. ”

Azik was about to answer, but Senior Associate Professor Cohen, who didn't have many wrinkles, suddenly took out a pocket watch along the gold chain on his black tuxedo.

Smack!

He pressed it open, and tapped his cane forward:

"The meeting is about to begin, Azik, we can't delay, you give the newspaper to Moretti. ”

"Okay. Azik handed the newspaper to Klein, "We have to go upstairs, remember to write the letter, Cohen's and I's addresses haven't changed, it's still the history department office of Hoy University, haha." ”

He turned around with a smile and left the room with Cohen.

Crane took off his hat and saluted as the two gentlemen departed, and then said goodbye to the owner of the office, Harvin Stone, and walked down the corridor out of the small gray three-story building.

In the sunlight, he lifted his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw that he looked up:

"Tingen Morning Post".

There are so many newspapers and magazines in Tingen...... What morning newspapers, evening newspapers, honest people, Beckland daily newspapers, Tasok newspapers, family magazines, story reviews...... Klein thought about it casually, and seven or eight names came to mind, some of which, of course, were not local, from the "distribution" based on steam trains

Today, with the development of industrial paper and printing, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 pence, and as a result, it has reached a wider range of people.

Klein didn't look closely at anything else, and quickly found the "Burglary and Homicide" report on the "News Section";

“...... According to the police department, Mr. Welch's home was horrible, and all the gold, jewelry, and banknotes were lost, as well as all the valuable, easy-to-take items, not even copperpennies left, and there was reason to believe that this was a group of cruel and vicious gangsters who would not hesitate to kill innocent people who saw their faces, such as Mr. Welch, such as Ms. Naya. ”

"This is a violation of the laws of the kingdom! This is a provocation to public safety! No one wants something like this! Of course, the good news is that the police department has identified the killer and caught the main culprit, and we will give a follow-up report as soon as possible. ”

"Journalist, John Browning. ”

It's been dealt with and covered up...... Crane walked down the boulevard and nodded imperceptibly.

He flipped through the newspaper and read other news and serialized stories as he strolled.

Suddenly, all the cold hairs on his back stood up, as if there were thin needles pierced there.

Somebody is watching me, looking at me, spying on me?

One thought after another came to him, and Klein had a vague understanding.

When he was on Earth, he also felt the invisible gaze and finally discovered the source of the gaze, but never once did he react so clearly and "conclusively" as he does now!

The same thing in the original owner's memory fragment is the same!

Was it the crossing, or was that strange "transfer ritual" that made my "sixth sense" stronger?

Resisting the urge to find the watcher, Klein learned from the novels, movies, and TV series he had read, paused slowly, put away the newspaper, and looked out over the Hoy River.

Immediately after, he tilted his head a little in the same way as he looked around at the scenery, and then naturally turned around to take in the situation around him.

There was no one here except the trees, the lawn and the students passing by in the distance.

But Klein was sure that there was still someone watching him!

This......

Klein's heart beat faster, and blood gushed with a fierce pop.

He unfolded the newspaper and half-covered his face, fearing that someone would notice that his expression was wrong.

At the same time, he tightened his grip on his cane and prepared to draw his gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked slowly, just like before.

He still felt like he was being spied on and watched, but there was no sudden outbreak of danger.

Walking through the boulevard with a slight stiffness, he arrived at the waiting point for the public carriage, and was lucky to find that one was just approaching.

"Iron ...... Zotte ...... No, Champagne Street. Klein continued to deny his own ideas.

At first, he planned to go straight home, but he was afraid of luring the snoopers who did not know the purpose and good or bad to the apartment, and then, he wanted to go to Zotland Street and ask for help from the "night watchman" or his colleagues, but he was worried that the other party was scaring and exposing himself, so he had to choose a random spot.

"6pence. The toll collector replied familiarly.

Crane did not go out with the gold pounds to-day, but put them in the place where he was accustomed to hide money, and took only two soles of notes, which he had spent on when he had come before, and had just one sule and six pence left, so he took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

He got into the carriage and sat down, and as the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched was finally gone!

He exhaled slowly, only to feel his hands and feet tremble slightly.

What to do?

What's next?

Klein looked out the carriage window, trying to figure out what to do.

Without clarifying the purpose of the snooper, it is considered malicious!

One idea after another came to him, and he was rejected by Klein one by one, and it took him several minutes to find an idea, having never experienced anything like it.

The "Night Watchmen" must be notified, and only they can really solve the problem!

But you can't go directly like this, that will be exposed, maybe that's what the other party is for......

Following this line of thought, Klein crudely worked out one plan after another, and the idea gradually became clear.

Call!

He exhaled turbidity, regained his basic calm, and took a serious look at the rapidly sweeping scenery outside the window.

The accident didn't happen until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein pushed the door and got out of the car, he immediately had that uneasy feeling of being stared at again!

He pretended not to notice anything, picked up the newspaper and his cane, and walked slowly in the direction of Zotland Street.

However, instead of entering that street, he went around to the back of Red Moon Street, where there was a beautiful white square, and a cathedral with a spire!

Church of St. Selena!

The headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night in Tingen!

As a believer, it's not a strange thing to come to Mass and pray on your day off.

The cathedral has a distinctly earth-like Gothic style, with a black color and a high, mottled bell tower on the façade, which sits on a huge central buttress between red and blue lattice windows, inserted into the sky.

Klein walked into the church and walked down the aisle to the Grand Prayer Hall, where the narrow high windows inlaid with tiny patterns of blue and red let in wisps of dyed light, blue and almost black, red like the moon, and set off the surroundings in a strange darkness.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again, and Crane looked as usual, without joy, and walked step by step to the outside of the large open prayer hall.

There were no high windows, and the deep darkness was the protagonist, but behind the arched altar, on the wall directly opposite the door, a dozen or twenty fist-sized holes pierced outward, allowing the brilliant, pure glow of the sun to shine in, condensed and bright.

It's like a pedestrian in the dark night, suddenly looking up, seeing the starry sky, seeing the bright lights, which are so noble, so pure, so sacred.

Even if he had always thought that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but bow his head.

In the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he quietly walked down the aisle separating the left and right seats, found a place near the passageway, and sat down slowly.

Leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front of him, Crane removed his top hat and rested it on his lap with the newspaper, then clasped his hands over his drooping forehead.

The whole process, he did it slowly and orderly, as if he had really come to pray.

Klein closed his eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice in the darkness:

"They were naked, without food or clothing, and had no shelter in the cold. ”

"They were drenched in the rain, and because they had no place to hide, they clung to the rock. ”

"They are mothers whose children have been taken away, they are orphans who have lost hope, they are poor people who have been driven away from the right path. ”

"The night did not give up on them, but gave them favor. ”

...... (Note 1)

The echoes were superimposed, the sound was in his ears, and Crane's eyes were dark, and his mind seemed to be cleansed.

He calmly experienced this until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the Mass.

The bishop opened the door to the confessional room next to him, and gentlemen and ladies lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, and followed to get up and line up in an orderly manner.

After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.

Stepping in and closing the door with his backhand, Klein's eyes were dark again.

"Kid, what do you want to say?" the bishop's voice came from behind a baffle made of wooden strips.

Klein took out the badge of "Special Operations Division Seventh Group" from his pocket and handed it to the bishop through the gap.

"Someone is following me, and I'm looking for Dunn Smith. As if tainted by the darkness, his tone became softer.

The bishop took the badge and was silent for a few seconds before saying:

"The door of the confession room is to the right, and at the end, there is a secret door next to it, and there is someone to guide you when you enter. ”

As he spoke, he pulled a rope in the room, causing a priest to hear the bell swaying.

Crane took back the badge, took off his top hat, pressed it to his chest, bowed slightly, then turned around and pushed the door open.

After confirming that the feeling of being watched was no longer there, he put on his black top hat again, and with no superfluous expression on his face, he picked up his cane and turned to the right until he reached the arched altar.

On the side-facing wall, he found the secret door, which opened silently and flashed in.

The secret door closed silently, and a middle-aged man in a black priest's robe appeared in the light of the gaslight, under Crane's eyes.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

Crane showed his badge and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and walked forward in silence.

Klein nodded, stroked his top hat, took the black cane, and quietly followed the other party.

Roshan said that on the left of the intersection to the "Chanis Gate" is the Church of St. Selena.

Note 1: Adapted from Old Testament Steve Jobs, chapter 24.